Verse 1: I'm rushing through the city street Crowds are pushing no time to greet Skyscrapers touch the sky so high My desk is where I always lie The potted plant beside my screen A touch of green a silent dream Chorus: In this busy town I feel alone Missing fields the country's known The fresh air the quiet there It haunts my heart a longing rare Verse 2: The traffic's jammed horns are blaring Meetings deadlines always wearing I think of old barns wooden doors And evenings filled with cricket's chores The sun that set behind the hill A memory a calm that still Chorus: In this busy town I feel alone Missing fields the country's known The fresh air the quiet there It haunts my heart a longing rare End: When the weekend comes I'll make my way To the countryside to find my stay Away from noise to heal and pray In nature's lap I'll find my day I'll find my day